when these incorrigible talkers are compelled to be quiet, is it not evident that they are not silent because they are listening to what is said, but because they are thinking of what they themselves shall say when they can seize the first lucky interval, for which they are so narrowly watching?

Rage is for little wrongs; despair is dumb.

The soul on earth is an immortal guest.

In men this blunder still you find; all think their little set mankind.

To hint at a fault does more mischief than speaking out; for whatever is left for the imagination to finish will not fail to be overdone.

Gentleness is the outgrowth of benignity.

Anger is a violent act, envy a constant habit - no one can be always angry, but he may be always envious.